i'm a packer fan. it occurred one hungover sunday when i lived in soma. we scouted the neighborhood for food. something greasy. something that worked well with alcohol. and we found a bar called Zekes down on 3rd street near townsend. it's been awhile so a precise location is unknown but i'm sure it's still there. we walked into a maze of green and gold. there were people of all ages. there was a packer game on and the bar was filled with packer fans. i thought i saw my mother. i was hooked. another packer fan was created.
the S.O. is a broncos fan. given that he was raised and lives in WI it's difficult for me to understand how it came to be that so much was put on the line for last nights game. a deal was made and the insanity began. i was forced to go to the packer bar here in minneapolis because the network retards took away my ability to watch it with the basic cable i pay very little for each month. i don't watch games there unless i have to. i hate going out on work nights. but this was important. valueable things were at stake. the bar was in full force and as we tied the game with one play early in the 1st quarter i realized wonderful guy was not going to answer his phone. he's cute, even when he's in a compromising situation. but as usual, i realize why it is i love watching the game at this bar. the people, in our safe haven filled with packer fans and the one rogue vikings fan, are what makes packer fans unique. it's when you're standing outside having a cigarette and a touchdown is scored in overtime that wins the game and people you've never met grab you and hug you and high five you and shed tears with you do you realize... there's no other team like this one. and i don't care where i live, i'm sure there's a packer bar everywhere in the world.
i've started my new job and recalling why it is that people complain about work. it's all i complain about these days. ask anyone. but it's good to have structure again - the alarm clock, the commute (which thank god is short), the surly looking receptionist and lunch room people that stare at me like my zipper is down, the cubicle, the gym, the homemade dinner, the bedtime. these are my every day. and then there is the weekend spent in bed with the wonderful one. i live for the weekends now.
its an adjustment to be sure. i've never worked in a cube farm and i've never worked around people that don't actually have anything to do with my job. two different worlds collide but i'm hoping to adjust. i'm not sure how to do that but tonight i'm going to buy a plant and try to pretend it's comfortable here.
just last week i was offered a job and last night as i sipped wine with the ladies, a pal and i were reflecting on how quickly life can take its turns and place you right where you want to be. 3 months ago i was unhappy and overworked, in badly need of a change and fortunately the universe threw me that laid off curve ball and things took a turn for the better. if you told me 3 months ago that i would be enjoying months of summer bliss with a wonderful guy, enjoying the freedom that comes without job stress later to be hired by the company of my dreams - i would have bitterly laughed and assumed that life just couldn't be that easy. but it was and here i am.
a start date is pending on a request for office space so for now i'm still able to really wrap up the loose ends - those things that i figured i'd really get to do without work getting in the way. not so surprising, very little was accomplished these last few months as my priorities really fell into one category - how much time can i spend visiting this wonderful person that lives just a bit too far away? it took a few days back this week from madison to fall into a productive mode of getting things done but at 10:30 this morning, as a poured my 3rd cup of coffee, i stood back and admired the fact that there isn't a single article of clothing not ironed, folded, hung or put away where it belongs. the suitcases are actually in the closet once again, and while it's a little saddening, it's kind of nice not living out of a suitcase, even if for only this week.
